When you think of that certain tea that you feel in the perfect mood for, open the tea stash… “Hmm where is it?” Rummage rummage rummage “No really where is it?” rummage rummage “This isn’t funny” Start taking things out, “Who took my tea? Was it you? Well someone must have taken it! OMG where is this tea!” Take everything out, lay everything on the counter. “Where is it?! Did I lose it? Did I take it to work?” Start running through a mental inventory of work stash. “Nope not there either.” Crisis level steadily rising because in this moment no other tea will satisfy your cravings and no other tea will ever satisfy you until you find this tea right n— turn around— “Oh here it is! Right on the counter behind me.” Look at the clock. “Darn it to late to drink tea. I know what I will do, I will put it right here back on the counter so I can remember to drink this next time.” And the vicious cycle continues…

I know, this thread is hilarious! I love it :P
We went to see Westside story a few weeks ago. That line was the highlight for me!!!
Right?! funny, I remember doing the same myself when I first heard about it. Now, I have a cup regularly and don’t even think about the odd name. De-sensitized? lol